BUCIN (Need Love)
Section 74
...BUCINS...
...(.(.Need Love)...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 74...
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"Yaaa .. for me it is equally important anyway, Lya," replied Andre as he dyed towards the back of the room. Maybe waiting for the steeping of coffee that is being made by Mbak Darmi earlier. "So, you're leaving here not to say."
My lips cheered in reaction to Andre's words.
"The name is also running away. If you have permission, excuse me first" I said. Then look at him quickly. "Heh, you don't haphazardly do me, huh?"
"My-my-what?" andre asked confusedly.
My reply came back fierce with a somewhat delayed voice, "So what the hell? You are dating me. Just being a person!"
"Yes, the fact is we've been deket, haven't we?" andre sounded like he didn't want to lose.
"Yes, deket. But I don't use it very much and it's not at all what I consider a courtship. You have to remember that, Ndre!" I said.
The young and handsome man was even whiny like a person who felt he had nothing wrong.
"Whatever the hell, if you ngaggepnya so, but for me the assumption will be laen, Lya. He-he-he."
"No need for spying, let alone care!" sewot. "You think just with a saucy capital doang, I'll like you? Not bad, Ndre!"
"Well," replied Andre fiercely. "Part of your taste is 'the widower with big children, kayak Om Bram. Hi-hi-hi."
I'm hot sniffing. Andre's words this time really ignited the embers of the fire that had long been billowing in the heart.
"Omm? Om Bram? You call it Om Bram?" askaku.
"Yes, Om Bram. Who else is it? What should I call you, dong?" timpal Andre is getting a little annoying.
It's really been insolent. The man was still at home with his charade. He thought I was innocent and did not know about the secrets and family genealogy with Om Bramanditya. Exorbitant!
"Heh, you think you haven't known what all this time, about you and Om Bram?" I said start challenging.
This time Andre's reaction changed a little. He gawks. Staring at me for a fraction of a second. He asked, "Well, what do I have to do with Om Bram? Me and him aren't homreng loh, Lya. We're both straight guys."
"That's not what I mean!" sentakku.
"Then?" He was still at home with his pretense. Huh, dammit!
"You don't know or pretend you don't know, Ndre?" I'm getting pissed at him. "I know, if you and Om Bram were actually--"
Suddenly Madam Darmi came from the kitchen carrying a black coffee on a tray. "Eehhh .. sorry yes, coffee over time. I cooked the water first. Hi-hi-hi."
Ah, dammit! Again the presence of Mbak Darmi is disturbing. Give me a cake-free space once in a while, to reveal something as important as it is today.
"Eh, yes .. is okay, Ma'am," replies Andre looks excited to be served by Mbak Darmi. "Surely this Mbak coffee is delicious. You see what makes it a very beautiful," added the male Caucasian began angot disease combating it.
'Preet!' my lips in my heart.
Soon, Madam Darmi's face will definitely change like a chameleon.
"Ah, Mas this iso wae," said Mbak Darmi look blushed embarrassed and ..true, the blushing hue on the cheeks it began to radiate to ripen all the skin of the cheeks.
Duh, Sister Darmi! Genit very, anyway.
"Alya's college friends?" ask Mbak Darmi while sitting with us. "Kok, Alya never told me, karo me, Mas."
What are some of the obscure stories anyway. Andre and I are no one, except friends.
Andre replied to Mbak Darmi's question with a pleasant tone earlier, "Yes, Ma'am. Temen campus, at once .. special temen also. He-he."
Special? Huh, thought I was a martabak variant? Goddamnit!
"Oohhh .. begindang?" timpal Mbak Darmi smiled to himself and glanced at me meaningfully. "Makep also yes, this is your friend, Alya. Similar stars soap opera it loh, uummhhh ... Watermelon Bulls!"
"He-he-he, this ma'am could have been," said Andre followed the deck with pleasure. "I drank the coffee, Ma'am."
"O, yes .. please," replied Mbak Darmi increasingly flirtatious. Yeah, God!
I hope, after finishing drinking coffee, the figure of the man will immediately go or at least Mbak Darmi also lift foot between us. But waiting until the signs Andre will go home, the situation still continues. Whahuh? Yeah, that was. Both of them still throw jokes at each other. It sucks!
"You went to college today, didn't you, Lya?" ask Andre at the end of the conversation. "Barng me, huh? You're the same as Della--"
"L-yes, Ndre. I-yes. Let's just be together!" my hatchling hastily cut off Andre's words, lest he speak words that might make Mbak Darmi suspicious.
"Well, so dong," said Mbak Darmi also voiced. "You guys should get along well always. I'm in the same with Temen himself. If the two continue, thankfully you can continue on your own to a more serious level. Hi-hi."
"Don't you, Ma'am," I said regretfully. "What, anyway?"
Andre smiled to himself. Must be ge-er him. In the morning, it was quite sickening to face these two people.
"Yes, already. If 'that's it, I went back first, Lya," said Andre again as he prepared, rising from his seat after spending the coffee made by Mbak Darmi earlier. "Later, I'll come back here to pick you up."
"Yes. Cepetan back there, gih. Intar, I'm your bad luck!" jutek reply.
"Hus, why did he say that anyway, Lya? Sing polite, ayu, and meek. Moreover, we are wong jowo, loh," said Mbak Darmi reminded.
"Well, listen to what your mother said, Lya," Andre chimed in. "You're talking polite to me."
"Aahhh, already ... already! Sana cepetan go, gih! A lot of that, so man!" I said as I pulled Andre's arm and dragged him out.
A moment later, the figure of the man had already disappeared with his motorbike from the rented yard.
"Mbak ..." call me when Andre is gone and Mbak Darmi is still standing gawking outwards. "Mr? Coming, Ma'am!"
"Eh, I-yes, Lya!" ma'am Darmi was shocked.
"Don't see what, anyway?" manya curious.
The woman smiled to herself. He grabbed this arm into the room, then followed by saying slowly, "It seems .. The young man liked you, Lya."
"Huh, what the hell is this mama? Early in the morning I was talking!" I said ketus.
"Yaaa .. according to the experience of this long widowed Mother, between men who like or do not like us, it can be distinguished attitude, Ndok," said Mbak Darmi pretentious. "First, he often comes to our face. Second, the meek bicarane. Third ...."
"Wis ah, Ma'am. I want to get ready to take a shower first" I said not to listen to the continuation of his speech.
"Child today .." said Sister Darmi started grumbling behind me. "Dikasih knows, even ngeyel."
Hhmmm, don't know him yet. How the figure of a man that I actually craved all this time. About Bram. Definitely Mbak Darmi will also be crazy.
But .. ah, no. I don't want to remember Om Bram. I'm still disappointed! Not just for him one.
...SERIATE...
